Julie and Steve In teenage lust angst Lantern lit, hidden nook Atrocities attacked ere consummation Sending them heedlessly running along On Old Blackwash Road Julie was screaming Until her voice decayed Steve pulled ahead No thought of her pumping away Julie tried to catch up Down Old Blackwash Road If words could take aim Steve would have heard her pleas Curses tossed through him Voiceless, running still Left alone under moonlight Fever pitch dashing on Old Blackwash Road Steve's mind was blanker Except for grinding terror Pushing himself faster on It was primal, fierce As his lungs began to seize Slowing on Old Blackwash Road Julie haven found above Crawling up an ancient oak She saw Steve plunge to the ground Closed her eyes ridigidly shut Prayed, then dug her nails into the wood Surrounding Old Blackwash Road Steve's wails turned raw Before they abruptly terminated Julie clung for more than her worth Tree sap glued her to her spot Unaware of it till morning light Dawn awakening Old Blackwash Road Time moved through Julie Frozen to the spot Heat of the day came fiercely Freeing her from tree secretion Setting her down upon Empty Old Blackwash Road She fled the scene half naked The ground was bare of Steve Her throat hurt as she sobbed aloud No tears were left inside her As she stumbled upon Route 40 Connected to Old Blackwash Road Julie withdrew and hid inside While the Sheriff did his best Steve was never found, even a tiny bit "It's happened before," they all knew for true Julie shrugged. What could she say or do About Old Blackwash Road?
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